Donald
Trump is my thirteenth president. He's number forty-five on the
overall list, but he's number thirteenth on my list. Thirteen is an
unlucky number in some cultures. I'll let you decide in this case.
How
many presidents are enough? The way things are going, I'm not sure
how many more I can stand. I started out with Harry Truman, number
thirty-three. That's a lucky number, by the way, you can look it up.
Truman was lucky in some ways, not so much in others. Trump is number
forty-five for the United States. That seems like a lot. I don't
think he'll be the last, but he might be close.
It
won't be long now before we get our forever president, the guest that
never leaves the party. Some clever boy will follow the new playbook
and get himself elected so deep and hard that he'll be stuck in there
forever. Between deep-fakes and holograms, after any last ability to
tell the difference between shit and Shinola has been driven out of
people, in that hell-blasted near future when no one really cares
anymore as long as there's a can of beans in it for them, we'll get
the last face that we ever need, the face that will appear on all of
the money and all of the stamps forever, without end.
The
whole world has been asking for it for a long time now. America has
been begging for it since we let the Republicans off the leash in the
1980s. Don't start complaining after we get it. It'll be our own
damned fault.
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